Daregim opened one eye and used it to examine the woman in front of him. He then raised his head and opened the other eye. His face lit up like a torch, and the elderly Dwarf felt as if he had to respond. "Elizabeth." He said with a grunt. Daregim stopped kneeling so as to sit down in the pew. He grabbed his helmet, set it next to him, then began rubbing his legs through the mail, leather, and cloth. "Maybe I shouldn't have been kneeling," he thought. Having been a few seconds since had said anything to Elizabeth, he raised a gloved index finger and said, "A moment please." He took in a deep breath; it wasn't that kneeling was particularly strenuous. Indeed, he was sure he could kneel all day if for one simple fact. "Hurts to kneel." He said. 

He then responded to Elizabeth more directly. "Daregrim Silverdredgeer. Nice to meet you as well." Daregim said all of this while attempting to suppress his own accent and use the one of the city he was in. That way everything would be understood in a smoother fashion. "If you want to pray with an old man, by all means! Theological discussions aren't out of the picture either!" He said boisterously as he motioned towards the empty spots on the pew. "No predicament, mind. Just prayer; oh, and please watch out for th'helmet." He shook his head after he realized what he had just said. Had he swallowed another vowel? Daregim wanted to make sure he was understood. His accent could be a real pain for him if he didn't try and suppress it in some situations. "The helmet." He put emphasis on the first word.